Word: meets
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...hills of the birch-covered Province of Finnmark is the little (pop. 4,000) town of Kirkenes. Kirkenes sits snugly on one of the richest deposits of iron ore in all Norway. Saturnine, bespectacled Gotfred Hoelvold sits smugly on Kirkenes. Respected citizens of the village bow politely when they meet Gotfred on the street, and whisper uneasily when he has passed by. Policemen salute him with obsequious care. Even the Norwegian army garrison is obliged to seek out Gotfred for help from time to time...
...Socialist" Arévalo. But both were enjoying governmental honeymoons ("Glory to God in Heaven and Gálvez in Honduras!" burbled a Tegucigalpa poster), and both were playing it cagey. They proclaimed their respective countries friendly to Guatemala "as to all nations," pleaded ignorance of any plans to meet Arévalo, and let it go at that...
...other things were unsure in the winter of 1948-49, but most U.S. basketball fans thought they knew one thing for a fact: the two best teams in the country were Kentucky and St. Louis. Their meeting in the finals of the National Invitation Tournament in Madison Square Garden was to be the big climax of the season. Last week the big moment came, but neither Kentucky nor St. Louis was there to meet it. In the biggest double upset of the season they had been knocked out of the championship class...
After service as a World War I Navy pilot (he did not get overseas), he returned to Yale's Sheffield Scientific School. He organized a flying club and an intercollegiate air meet, which he helped to win in a souped-up Jennie. He also became fast friends with a rough-cut classmate named Samuel F. Pryor, now his right-hand man. The old school tie is strong at Pan Am: Vice Presidents Howard B. Dean, Franklin Gledhill and David S. Ingalls were all Trippe contemporaries at Yale...
...Ninth, is unique because its choral movement is so gigantic it usually overshadows the other movements. That was certainly the case last weekend. The Orchestra faithfully pledged through the first three movements. There were occasional groans from the audience when one of the brass players (hired specially to meet the requirements of Mahler's bloated score) went berserk. But starting with Nan Mcrriman's contralto solo in the fourth movement, things began to pick up, and by the time the Finale came along, everyone had forgotten the preceding movements...